It was still the same quiet corridor, but unlike before, it was no longer twisted with almost no end, and there were no strange hounds. Everything was normal, only the people who were awake were different.
"Lorenzo! Lorenzo!"
Seleu kept shouting, but the witcher didn't respond.
After carrying Seryu out of the room, the demon hunter fainted after running a few steps... It seems that his cigarette did not refresh him much.
It's really hell, at the most critical moment, this guy fell down.
Seleu managed to climb up from under Lorenzo. Florand's potion was still working. Now she felt as if all her senses were amplified. She could see things in the darkness and hear even smaller sounds. Even her thinking was not affected by the fear and became very rational.
But this amplification brought with it a heavy burden. She could see the details of many things, tiny sounds rang in her ears like thunder, and her thoughts rushed unstoppably, as if countless people were whispering in her mind.
After her senses were enhanced, the amount of information Seleu received exploded. Her unspecialized will could hardly withstand the impact, so she tried hard to hold on.
Will is like a small boat in the dark ocean. It can hold on for a while when it is hit by huge waves, but it may sink in the next second.
“Wake up!”
She dragged Lorenzo with great effort. Although she didn't know where the enemy was, Seleuco knew very well that the mansion was very dangerous.
Seleu pulled Lorenzo's arm with all his strength, and only then did he realize that this witcher was ridiculously heavy, with his weight completely disproportionate to his body size.
This is because of the silver-binding bolt in the body, which protects the demon hunter like an internal metal skeleton. It is both a protective umbrella and a cage.
It was such an indescribable feeling of powerlessness, Seleucus could do nothing.
She felt so helpless, just like she had been in Gaulnaro many years ago, but at that time Lorenzo would come to save her, but now? Who would come to save her
A sound was heard.
It seemed like someone was coming, and the sound of footsteps echoed on the stairs.
Seleu became alert. She tried to drag Lorenzo into the corner and then picked up the Winchester.
She was familiar with the gun. In order to comfort the girl during the escape, Lorenzo told her many strange stories, including, of course, the poems on the gun.
Lorenzo said it was a poem of courage, a poem cursing death.
“Do not go gentle into that good night.”
Seleu muttered to herself, as if reciting this poem could really give her courage.
With her finger on the trigger, she tried to breathe without making any sound. Fresh oxygen poured into her lungs, like the coolant in a steam engine, cooling down the machine that was on the verge of collapse.
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.
Lorenzo saved me a long time ago, and now it's my turn to save him.
"The wild ones will catch and sing over the soaring sun."
Just like a devout believer, praying to God at the last moment.
But Seleu had no gods to pray to, she could only pray to herself, praying for the courage to tear apart the darkness.
She whispered again.